Chapter 126: Chapter 123: Another Day Secretly Making Money

When they got closer, Jiang Mingyue grabbed a handful of earth and showed it to everyone: “This is the kind of yellow soil. Yan Jinzhi, what do you think?”

“This area is indeed very suitable for building a brick and tile factory. It’s far from the village, so the thick smoke emitted from the chimneys won’t disturb the lives of the villagers.”

“Then let’s finalize this place. Brother, I’ll help you write the application materials tonight, and you can submit them to the commune for approval tomorrow. I’ve heard that Chairman Jing of our Beishi Commune is very practical and supports village infrastructure projects. As long as we have the capability, he generally won’t block it. Brother, you should also ask if there are any preferential policies.”

Jiang Jian Country carefully memorized every word his sister said. Although he didn’t fully understand some of it, he remembered it first. He had been tirelessly studying these days, and his sister said he was already at a second-grade primary school level. He needed to keep up the effort.

“Okay, I’ve remembered.”

That night, Jiang Mingyue was again sleepless. Yan Jinzhi went back to Wuyun Mountain, so Jiang Mingyue simply went to 66 Taohua Lane to negotiate a business deal with Pan Zhoucong.

“Pan, this time I don’t have grain, but I have jam.” Jiang Mingyue first took out a jar, opened it immediately, and let Pan Zhoucong taste it, thoughtfully providing some steamed white buns.

It was the first time Da Qiang saw this way of eating, and his eyes widened like copper bells.

Uncle Mute was the calmest.

Jiang Mingyue took note of this and thought she would give Uncle Mute something later.

The plain bun, after being spread with vivid strawberry jam, became rich in flavor, with the wheat fragrance mixed with sweet and sour taste, so delicious that you might want to swallow your own tongue.

“Delicious! This jam is much better than the ones I’ve tried in Port City! How much does it cost?”

“Wasn’t the price already agreed upon? Pan, you said ten yuan per pound at the time. Each jar is exactly one pound.”

Pan Zhoucong wanted to say: if jams were graded, this would definitely be top-notch, while what he initially offered was only the price of ordinary jam.

“Mr. Jiang, I can actually increase the price.”

“No need, let’s stick to this price. Ten yuan per jar. I have two hundred jars.”

“Additionally, I have four hundred jars of canned yellow peaches. You should try it before we discuss the price.”

Jiang Mingyue also gave a jar to Pan Zhoucong to taste.

The moment he sipped the syrup, Pan Zhoucong realized it was another supreme product. When he tasted the fresh, sweet, juicy fruit, he felt he had won again, as Mr. Jiang’s products were indeed extraordinary.

Since he got such a great deal with the strawberry jam, Pan Zhoucong planned to raise the price for the canned yellow peaches, but unexpectedly:

“Including the syrup, each jar weighs a pound. Pan, how about pricing it the same as the strawberry jam?”

Pan Zhoucong: “…Of course, that’s good.”

“I’ve also brewed twenty jars of homemade wine, each five liters. Pan, try it and then name a price.”

Pan Zhoucong was quite surprised: “You can brew wine too?”

“I often visited my grandmother’s house when I was young. A young man, sponsored by my grandfather, came from a family with generations of winemaking expertise, including grape and plum wines, which were famous for their unique taste. I just picked up a few basics.”

Pan Zhoucong couldn’t quite believe this story. The more he interacted with this girl, the more he felt she was not simple, but it was wise not to probe. Besides, she was his benefactor, so naturally, he believed whatever she said. If she didn’t speak about something, it meant she didn’t want to, so why irritate her?

The moment the wine was poured out, Pan Zhoucong knew it was again an extraordinary product.

He had sampled numerous wines in Port City—local and foreign—and some wines from certain foreign estates were very famous, highly popular, and exorbitantly priced.

Having tasted a lot of wine, he could determine whether it was worth drinking just by smelling it.

This time, he couldn’t wait to take a sip, and his eyes widened instantly.

“Exquisite wine! Exquisite wine!”

Da Qiang, who had been impatient from the aroma, implored, “Pan, can’t you let me try a sip too?”

Pan Zhoucong wasn’t stingy and generously poured a small cup for both Da Qiang and Uncle Mute.

Da Qiang drank it all in one go, while Uncle Mute savored it carefully, then smiled and gave Jiang Mingyue a thumbs-up.

Pan Zhoucong disapprovingly looked at Da Qiang: “A cow chewing on peonies.”

“Pan, are you insulting me? But this wine is too delicious, sweet and mellow, initially seeming like a drink for women, but when the aftertaste kicks in, you realize even big men would love it.”

“Does the aftertaste kick in so quickly?”

“Yes, if you don’t believe me, finish it and see.”

Pan Zhoucong actually followed Da Qiang’s example and downed it in one go. Just as he lowered the cup, he felt a change throughout his body… Wait, this wine? Could this be the legendary wine he heard about in the past, known for boosting health and curing all illnesses? Could it be?

“Pan, what do you think is the right price for this wine?”

Suppressing his inner doubts, Pan Zhoucong offered a high price he deemed reasonable.

“Moutai costs eight yuan per bottle. I’ll offer you twelve yuan per liter for this one. How about it?”

“That’s simply not acceptable. Moutai is priced at eight yuan per bottle, and the bottle is large but only holds 270 milliliters of wine. Do you think it’s more expensive, or is mine more expensive, or does Pan think my wine has no reputation and is worthless?”

Pan Zhoucong: “…then what price does Mr. Jiang think is appropriate?”

“Fifty-one yuan per liter.”

Hiss!

Pan Zhoucong took a sharp intake of breath.

Pan Zhoucong hesitated. This price might be profitable if sold to Port City, but he was uncertain about the domestic market.

At that moment, someone tugged at his sleeve; it was Uncle Mute, who had come to refill the tea.

Hmm?

Uncle Mute made a hand gesture: agree with her.

Although puzzled about why Uncle Mute was meddling in his business, Pan Zhoucong trusted him. After some deliberation, he nodded.

“Alright, I’ll buy this batch at this price. But Mr. Jiang, in business, if I don’t make a profit, you’ll have to lower the price next time.”

“I guess you won’t get that chance.”

“Hopefully.”

“By the way, Pan, only open the wine when you’re ready to drink it.”

Pan Zhoucong: “…” Are you warning me not to repackage and sell it in small bottles? Haha!

Adding it all up, tonight she made eleven thousand dollars, combined with the previous forty-five thousand, she now had fifty-six thousand in savings.

Tonight, her purpose was to start the business, coming for the wine.

As long as the response was good, she planned to launch a series of wine products, but she had great confidence in her own products.

Returning home, Jiang Mingyue didn’t find Yan Jinzhi in the rest area, and still sleepless, she used his desk to start writing the application materials for her elder brother. This was simple for her, taking only half an hour.

Upon exiting and seeing the pharmacy, she remembered that she had forgotten Uncle Mute again.

Uncle Mute had injured his vocal cords years ago. She needed to check if there was a remedy for that.

After searching around, she found a bottle of vocal cord repair medicine on an abandoned shelf.

Name: Golden Throat

Effect: Repairs vocal cord damage from any cause, with miraculous results

Award: Eighth League Research Special Prize

Code: W456-TY992 Research Code

She took the medicine out of the pharmacy, intending to run over again the next evening.

Still unable to sleep.

She decided to patrol her own kingdom.

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